The Jamaican Romeo and Juliet

Adjudication

Weston's POV

Rejection is a bloodclaat bitch.

This eight glass of bacardi feels like nothing, absolutely numbing.

"Man low the bloodclaat love ting fi a reason Breda. Cause wah she mean she wi think bout it.

Not even embassy neva tun mi down yet." I think.

"First and the last." I whisper as I scroll through instagram.

A DM pops up **Hey daddy 😉😘** followed by nudes from a Latina bitch I used to fuck years ago.

I scroll through her messages, nudes everyday for the past four years, consistent as fuck.

**Wes, I appreciate the offer but I need some time to consider. I'm not an inanimate object. I'm very much able to think for myself and make my own choices and I think you should respect that.** TEANNA ❤️

"Well nuh link mi then." I think as I close the Whats app message then pour another shot of Bacardi.

I lay in the couch and I drift asleep.

******7:00 am********
I'm awakened by the exasperating ring of my cell phone.

"Wes?"

"Teanna." I bluntly reply.

"We need to talk." she says.

"Talk." I tell her.

"Wes, this doesn't mean I'm not interested. You must understand that I'm just getting out of a situation. I'm apprehensive about making these kinds of decisions. I hope you understand." She laments.

" Understood, focus on yourself." I reply then abruptly end the call.

She's not making this any better. Never have I bloodclaat ever been so vulnerable with anyone in my entire life.

This is the thanks I get.

She does have a point but if she won't conform and she doesn't follow my directives, especially those of her best interests then it nu Mek a bloodclaat sense.

"Wah wrong with yuh Weston?" Miss Janet ask as she enters the front door and sees me laying on the couch, strung out and on the brink of drunkenness.

She takes the glass from me and says in a scolding manner "Get up man n get yuh act together. Nuh Mek mi see yuh Suh again."

Teanna's POV

I stare at myself in the mirror as I dress for work.

I look like a fucking coke head, my eyes are puffy from a lack of sleep.

I apply some concealer to hide the bags under my eyes.

Each time a notification comes in on my phone, my heart leaps from the anxiety of waiting on Wes to reach out to me.

I rush to check my cell, ***Good morning Teanna, You haven't been responding to my messages. I'm coming home today.***JACKSON TEXTS

I ignore his message and continue prepping for work "Yuh in for a rude awakening. "I think as I pull my stockings up.

I dial Chin's cell and connect to the car's bluetooth as I'm headed to work.

"Wapm now good ole." chin answers.

"Too much, Wes broke with me."

"Broke up? Wah mek? Yuh still a fuck Jackson?" She asks.

"No girl." I say then hiss my teeth.

"Mi move out last week." I tell her.

"Yuh serious man Teah." she says "Suh wah happen then?"

"He wants me to quit my job and proposed he'd give me 90 k to start a business and make me owner of his upcoming development." I say.

"Suh wah d problem? Wah yuh duh?" She shouts.

"Chin I don't want to jump into anything serious too quick, I'm still hurt and I haven't even started healing." I tell her

"Yah eediat? Yuh mad? No, a must mad yuh mad." she says "Heal, yuh bloodclaat sick?"

I go quiet for about a minute, embarrassed from the hostility being projected towards me.

"Teanna!" She shouts.

"Yes chin." I reply.

"Be many things, but don't be a eediat gal. Look how long deh wid Jackson n him neva gi yuh such an opportunity.....n anu have him nu have it." she tells me "Open yuh eye Teah. Them man deh ano no normal man n mi never see him wife no gal yet."

"Girl...Yuh might be right but...." I say before she cuts me off and says "But ntn, have a nice day, call me when u have sense, Love you."

"That sure helped. I feel much better." I think.

I park and then enter my office to start the day's duties.

"Miss Cole, someone's here to see you." says my assistant as she knocks then opens the door.

I feel a sense of relief, It's Weston.

He hands me some Chinese and says to me "I know you might be hungry so I got you this, I'll call when I'm ready to talk."

I say "Thanks." as I stare at him disappointedly.

I watch him walk out the door and all I want to do is scream his name and tell him I'll quit, but I'm not going to have any fucking man manipulate me.

It's on my own terms.

I want him so much though, with every part of me. Especially my cat.

"Ovulation isn't for the weak." I think.

I reflect on my past experiences with Jax and I consider how Wes has made me feel, how supportive he's been and how much he cares for me and I decide to just give in.

****Wes, I've decided to take up your offer.**** I TEXT HIM

******Good. Talk soon******HE TEXTS

Westons POV

Seeing Teah as her desk, well poised, lips plump, perky breasts in her white top and blazer, makes me just want to fuck her.

I struggle to restrain myself from bending her right over her office desk and fucking the life out of her. Can't think wid mi cocky all the time.

I had to display this gesture so she knows I still care but mi nu ina no talking wid har. I give her the food and I leave her office.

As i sit in my car a SMS pop up from her. I quickly enter the code to read the text.

I smile as I see her message then reply dryly.

I don't want her to think she's in control. One ting she control n a mi cocky.

"She better know she'll pay dearly for this" I think.

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